Chapter II.—The Meaning of the Name Stromata or Miscellanies.

Let these notes of ours, as we have often said
for the sake of those that consult them carelessly and unskilfully,
be of varied character—and as the name itself indicates, patched
together—passing constantly from one thing to another, and in the
series of discussions hinting at one thing and demonstrating another.
“For those who seek for gold,” says Heraclitus, “dig
much earth and find little gold.” But those who are of the truly
golden race, in mining for what is allied to them, will find the much in
little. For the word will find one to understand it. The Miscellanies
of notes contribute, then, to the recollection and expression of truth
in the case of him who is able to investigate with reason.
410And you must prosecute, in addition
to these, other labours and researches; since, in the case of people
who are setting out on a road with which they are unacquainted, it
is sufficient merely to point out the direction. After this they must
walk and find out the rest for themselves. As, they say, when a certain
slave once asked at the oracle what he should do to please his master,
the Pythian priestess replied, “You will find if you seek.”
It is truly a difficult matter, then, as turns out, to find out latent
good; since

“Before virtue is placed exertion,

And long and steep is the way to it,

And rough at first; but when the summit is reached,

Then is it easy, though difficult [before].”

“For narrow,” in
truth, “and strait is the way” of the Lord. And it is
to the “violent that the kingdom of God belongs.”26802680Matt. vii. 14, xi. 12,
vii. 7.

Whence, “Seek, and ye shall find,”
holding on by the truly royal road, and not deviating. As we might expect,
then, the generative power of the seeds of the doctrines comprehended in
this treatise is great in small space, as the “universal herbage
of the field,”26812681Job
v. 25. as Scripture saith. Thus the Miscellanies of notes
have their proper title, wonderfully like that ancient oblation culled
from all sorts of things of which Sophocles writes:—

“For there was a sheep’s fleece, and there was a vine,

And a libation, and grapes well stored;

And there was mixed with it fruit of all kinds,

And the fat of the olive, and the
most curious

Wax-formed work of the yellow bee.”

Just so our Stromata,
according to the husbandman of the comic poet Timocles, produce
“figs, olives, dried figs, honey, as from an all-fruitful
field;” on account of which exuberance he adds:—

“Thou speakest of a harvest-wreath not of husbandry.”

For the Athenians were wont to
cry:—

“The harvest-wreath bears figs and fat loaves,

And honey in a cup, and olive oil to anoint you.”

We must then often, as in winnowing
sieves, shake and toss up this the great mixture of seeds, in order to
separate the wheat.